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(probably) unpopular but cal coming out was so fucking funny he burned his whole family with his dick out like. I hate you sir. but that was fun

the feminine urge to fall in love with anyone who has the ability to genuinely make me laugh

i love this picture

the head tilt 😞why's my baby so cute

i love this

Composure

b6: “i think we need some time apart.”

additional request: harry doesn’t know if he wants the relationship anymore

word count: 1,396

playlist: the night we met // all i want

requested by @saultshaker

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He let you decide where to meet up this time. Originally you thought of the library, but it would be too easy for others to eavesdrop. Then the coffee shop, but it was too crowded and you knew all the workers because you went there so often anyway.

You almost ended up settling on the park by your house because hardly anyone ever used it. You understood why—it didn't hold up to the other parks in the area (it was a bit run down to say the least). At this point no place was good enough to have this talk, so every place had an excuse.

So your house it was.

You procrastinated the inevitable conversation while the tone of Harry's voice echoed in your head. Ever since he first mentioned it, you had been on edge and you hated it. You hated how much control he had over your emotions, but that was what love was. Right?

Things had been off for awhile now, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge it. You both went about your days pretending like there wasn't a small voice in the back of your heads questioning everything. You learned to ignore it. You think he did too.

I mean, you loved him—absolutely. And he loved you, too. Neither of you ever doubted the love shared for one another, but that wasn't the point.

You were terrified of losing him. It was a weird trick playing in your head and you didn't understand it. You chalked it up to being in a weird rut which you would eventually come out of. Everyone went through ruts every now and then, but they bounced back. Right?

Harry was going to be there any second as you nervously bounced your leg against the carpet. Your hands crossed in your lap and you stared directly at the door, impatiently waiting. You silently sent a prayer that you would keep your composure and everything would end okay. It had to.

The door rattled, causing your heart to flutter. Immediately, you shot upright out of the couch. You straightened out your clothes with your hands, cleared your throat, and walked closer to the door with unsteady feet.

In the doorframe exposed Harry. His curls didn't look as vibrant and bouncy as they typically did. They laid slack against his forehead, empty of life. You didn't blame them, you felt pretty empty of life yourself.

"Hey," Harry lightly smiled as he walked past you. Your shoulders brushed against each other and the contact felt like it could have left a burn. A burn full of distant memories of him always kissing you when he saw you or pulling you in for a hug when it had been a long time apart. It had been awhile since you experienced that.

"Hey," you finally mustered out. Your tone was faint and you had to clear your throat to gain back some of your confidence.

He sat on the couch with his arms sprawled out along the back. His back was turned to you and you watched him for a moment. Your feet seemed to not want to go forward—it was like they had forgotten how to make basic movements in general.

His head whipped around as he eyed you, prompting you to come sit with him. Suddenly your feet started walking, as if he had more control of your movements than you did.

You sank into the loveseat beside him. For a second you thought about how ironic it was that you were sitting in a loveseat for a conversation that derived from the lack of it—love.

You picked at your nails while you felt his eyes bore into you. You knew someone was going to have to start talking, but you didn't want it to be you. This was his idea anyway.

"Y/N?" He said in a soft tone. Hearing him say your name so solemnly made your nose tickle with the threat of tears. You took a second for that feeling to pass before you looked up.

"Yeah?"

His eyes met yours, almost causing the same tickling feeling to spark back. You kept your composure. Good.

"Listen," he said and averted his attention to his nails.

You watched him as he picked on a hangnail while simultaneously biting at his lip. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. It was like you had no idea what he was going to say, but you did at the same time. That feeling was one of the worst feelings you had felt in awhile. It ached.

"You know things haven't been going well recently..." he paused, "Well for awhile actually."

He looked up at you with a changed expression. It was a look you had almost grown accustomed to these past few months. It was an expression full of hopelessness. You still weren't sure if it was hopelessness about himself or your relationship. You could make a good guess though.

You fidgeted in your seat, growing uncomfortable. The silence in between his words felt suffocating. You had never felt so lonely and trapped in your own home.

"I know."

You knelt your head down, shielding your newly-watery eyes from him. The last thing you wanted was for him to notice you getting upset.

Composure. Composure. Composure.

The silence this time lingered the longest of all. It might have been all in your head, but you knew it couldn't have been totally made up. The tension was thick and you just wanted it to all be over with. You wanted you two's old life back when it was full of vigor and exploration. Each day used to bring on new opportunities to get to know one another and experience new things. You guessed it got old, somehow. Maybe the new experience he needed wasn't you anymore. Maybe you were the one that got old this time.

You bit at your lip to fight the quiver. Your vision became blurry at the thought and a singular tear fell down your cheek. You didn't even bother to wipe it away as it splashed on your jeans.

"I think we need some time apart, y/n."

There it was. The words you were dreading to hear, but knew they were coming. You tried your best to prepare for them, but hearing them come out of his mouth—in his voice—couldn't have been prepared for. There was nothing in the world that could have softened that blow.

More tears slid down your cheeks and you wiped them away with your shirt sleeve. You peeked up at him and noticed he wasn't looking at you anymore. You wondered when he decided to look away. Was it when he noticed your tears or before?

"Okay, if that's what you need," you said shakily through tears.

"Please don't cry, y/n. You know we both need it, it's not just me," he said in a hushed tone. Normally his soft whispers helped ease your anxiety, but this time it only seemed to heighten them.

"I just—," you stared at your palms as you tried to spit out the words, "It was supposed to be me and you forever."

A choked cry from the back of your throat slid out. You shot your hand to your mouth to muffle it but it only made you cry harder.

You heard him sigh under his breath, not from annoyance but from his own upsetting feelings. Deep down you knew he was right, he was just the only one who wanted to admit it out loud.

"I'm sorry, I should go."

You didn't say anything. Your face was still partially buried into your palms and your breathing had just now steadied enough to be comprehendible.

You wiped at your eyes before looking up. He had already stood up and he turned to you one last time.

"Goodnight, y/n."

And without another word, he walked out the door. You didn't muffle the cries this time.

Love wasn't supposed to hurt this badly, was it?

Or was that all love was? Painful?

There was one thing you knew for sure though. Every feeling was worth it if it meant it was you and him together in the end. So that was what you were clinging on to for now.

Hope.

this is like my favorite read ever

Not Prick | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 1,877 warnings - language A/N - for the anon who requested x

summary - A fan gets a little aggressive with Tom at the mall, and he takes it out on the wrong person. But he’s a good guy, and when he realizes his mistake, he’s determined to make up for it.

Tom was having a bad day. There was no rhyme or reason. He was just cranky and tired and wanted to be home. Instead, he was out at the mall with Harrison. Apparently his favorite store was having a sale, and Harrison wanted a new pair of shoes.

“Why don’t you just order them online?” Tom had asked as Harrison all but dragged him out of his apartment.

“I gotta try them on and make sure they look good,” the other argued. Tom rolled his eyes but agreed to go. Now, they were out, and Tom was regretting it.

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